Yup, too bad.
-Nunavut Boy, Lab Bitch Extraordinaire
Oh, this was mild. We haven’t even gotten around to questioning your motives, claiming you weren’t sick at all, or pointing out that you were such a jerk in another thread that you deserve to be sick.
I vote Lupus.
It’s never lupus.
If you can identify the lab test you think you need, there are private labs which will do many of them for you without a doctor’s visit or prescription.
Your friend,
Google
Colin Baker?
It is if you’re House and have enough controlled substance in your system.
Some may even be qualified. It’s fun guessing which.
A porno.
Not all doctors are created equal. Some are sweet and low.
Hey, if you’re going to be in control of your own health, you’ve got to do some legwork. Or, uh, fingerwork. (I took the easy way out and found out that the lab my last doc used also accepts private clients.)
Or, y’know, you could visit a doctor you trust.
Yes she did. They were not anti-nausea pills.
Oh, come on, he’s not that bad. Granted, he’s no Tennant, but Matt Smith is not as bad as…
Oh.
This thread is not about Doctor Who.
Ohhh-kay, time to cut back on the amount of BBC America I watch…
Yeah, I’m not going to jump all over your shit. I can understand why you’d go to the doctor again after he misdiagnosed the first time. Most people trust their doctors, and even very good doctors have misdiagnosed. The issue as I see it is not going back after he made an error once; it’s his seeming unwillingness afterward to listen or fix the problem. That is beyond bad. Glad you’re going to see a new doctor. And please none of this “thinking about complaining” business. Complain.
I have a Dr. Fail story.
I fall down my front stairs. I fold my foot over on it’s self (yes, it hurt as much as you think it did). I grow a bruise the size of a tennis ball on my ankle. Out of shock or it just being late at night, I give it some ice and advil and go to bed. The next day it hurts a lot, but I can walk, so I think it’s just a bad bruise. This goes on, and it gets worse, until I can’t walk on it. So I go to urgent care.
Dr. Fail orders an x-ray. I can’t quite lay my foot flat, so they have to squish it to get the x-ray. It was agonizing. I go back up to the room (in a wheelchair-- can’t walk, remember?). I’m sitting there on the table, cradling my foot and crying. Dr. Fail comes in. Tells me the x-ray is fine and I should take some aleve. I’m astonished and a little hysterical. I say, again, that it won’t bear weight. She very sternly tells me that she “doesn’t prescribe painkillers for this type of injury.” I cry harder. She very reluctantly and suspiciously gives me one vicodin to take right there, in front of her. My roommates wheel me back to the car.
The next day, Sunday, I wake up, it hurts even worse, and I still can’t walk. My saintly roommates got to every drug store in the area looking for crutches. I think maybe if I call the clinic and beg they’ll sell me crutches. The receptionist tells me she needs to talk to the Dr. I barely refrain from asking her to remind Dr. Fail that crutches are not an abusable narcotic, even if she thinks they’re inappropriate for “this type of injury”, which she never actually told me what it was.
Two hours later, I get a call from a different doctor (she actually called me herself), and she said she was an orthopedic, she looked at my films, and that my foot was broken. Would I please come back in right now?
In the end, it turned out my ankle was so badly damaged it required surgical repair.
Seriously? This is it? You know, the only reason I posted here was because I heard the Pit had the best snark, the best putdowns, and the wittiest posters of all the SDMB boards.
I’ve had better flames and snark back in 1985 on Prodigy before we even knew what “snark” was. Yes, $P…when I was 10 years old.
I am utterly, completely, and totally devastated by the lack of wit in the Pit. I was even thinking about starting a Pit thread aimed at all of you, but I decided that you weren’t worth my time. Maybe if I wanted some real snark, I should go to Yahoo Answers or Ask Jeeves. At least they take their snark seriously.
The Pit doesn’t have very good snark because there’s no reason to hide behind snark when you can directly insult the person and be done with it.
The best snark is composed when you have to get around the no personal attacks rule. And when the snark bait isn’t quite so transparent.
I’m sorry… would you like a hug?
It’s true. We also don’t sweat that much, for fat girls.